Page 61 of Embracing My Nightmare
I squeezed him and he pushed against my ass. I moaned at the full sensation, “Please, Devlin. Make love to me.”
He withdrew from me and I mewled into the room before he flipped me onto my back and crawled between my legs. Slipping his cock into me, he slowly rocked his hips, each thrust forceful but filled with love. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he caressed my cheek and we stared into each other’s eyes as he worked me closer and closer to an orgasm.
I felt his tight curls rubbing against my engorged clit and I shattered around his length. He worked his hips, moaning his release into the room as he filled me. Hugging himself to me, I fought to catch my breath as he panted on top of me. Pulling back, he pecked me gently on the lips and slipped from me. I felt our combined release leaking out and he watched with satisfaction.His gaze met mine over my naked body and I sighed contently as he leaned over and kissed me. He was gentle and I was filled with a strange feeling deep inside.
Completion.
He got a warm wash rag and cleaned me before we got dressed and went in search of coffee. He followed behind me and pulled me into a hug. I was careful not to squeeze his ribs and he pulled back, softly kissing the bruise on my face.
“Coffee,” I whined and he smiled. Walking into his enormous kitchen, I watched as he put a pod into the machine and pressed a button.
He grasped both my cheeks and kissed me softly. We walked out to the patio and stood watching the boats cutting across the water. A large barge was set up in the center of the lake for the fireworks display tomorrow night and he held me, almost like he was afraid to let me out of his reach.It felt good, knowing the depth of his love for me. He had killed for me and I had killed for him. Together, our obsession was at the perfect level for us. I smiled, knowing this was how it would be for the rest of our lives. As long as we had each other, we had everything.
We spent the afternoon preparing food for the celebration tomorrow. He had called Chuck and asked to have the cookout here the following day, explaining that he wanted to set up something special here at the building. Throughout the day he would run upstairs, insisting that I rest and take it easy after my ordeal yesterday. It felt nice to be pampered and every time he walked in, he would kiss me breathless, reminding me how much he loved me.
I talked to Chuck and Blaire, to let them know Devlin and I had worked everything out. The conversation was somber, and I knew Cameron’s death was weighing on Chuck. There was no taking back the years of pain or the fateful outcome, but maybe I could give my dad some closure.
That evening, James and Skid joined us for dinner at the pizza parlor near the tavern. It was nice seeing Devlin so happy and carefree with his friends and I was grateful he had such a close-knit group of people protecting him. On the walk back to the apartment, Devlin guided us toward the park and with our hands linked together, we started up the path.
We tossed food to the ducks and watched the sun set over the lake. Devlin sat on the grass and urged me to join him. Sitting with my back to him, he wrapped his arms around me, and I spoke into the air. “I think we should . . . Cameron doesn’t deserve to stay there in that house. He mattered to Chuck and I don’t want to leave him there like he’s trash.”
“I’ll take care of it.” He paused. “How did you get to be so wonderful? After everything he did to you, you still care enough to want to do the right thing.”
“I know what it’s like to be discarded and no one deserves to be treated like trash. Everyone matters, even if they aren’t good people.”
He kissed the side of my head and began to hum the familiar tune again. I turned my head to face him and asked, “Why do I know that song?”
“It’s the song I sang the night we took you from the house. It was the music for a toy I had given you and I wanted you to know you were safe, even if you were deeply drugged,” he admitted and I placed my hand over his heart and brought my forehead to his.
He kissed me softly and I felt the last pieces of my wounded heart heal. Our love may have started from an unconventional connection and had been fueled by obsession, but together we had found the missing half to our souls.
Love doesn’t always follow the same path for everyone. Devlin and I had to climb mountains and endure the depths of hell to find each other. When I finally embraced my nightmare, I had found my forever.
Epilogue
Elise
